Western Ford Gateway

It's hard to feel what's in your head Where the gas lamps grow And the garbage blows Around the paper stands And a baby cried And I saw a light And I wondered where And I wondered why There'd be a loss of life Down here tonight Down on Western Ford Gateway That's a place where the dead say That a man lives no more Than his fair share of days Down on Western Ford Gateway It flowed upon the cobbled floor For the bottle's dead And they're drunk again By the tavern door Down on Western Ford Gateway That's a place where the dead say That a man lives no more Than his fair share of days Down on Western Ford Gateway